Despite the similarity with a smoked cheese or buffalo mozzarella, are two elephants in ballet dancers on stage!
Monday, March 31, 2008
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Sunday, March 9, 2008
Swollen Tender Meaning
8.09 - What will the world
The days that followed the defeat of Melpheron effluent, or were not filled with joy or relief. The Nephandum had dug a deep furrow in the lives of all people who were witnesses or protagonists of the fate of Keremish. It was like a scar, an indelible mark, something that weighed dark now in the depths of the soul of every inhabitant of the city.
The Church of synth in the person of the High Priestess Bree, proclaimed a triad of mourning for the hundreds, perhaps thousands of victims caused by the advent of Melpheron. He organized the largest funeral ceremonies which were attended by many of the authorities even more important to Wallace, advisers, members the church, ambassadors. Despite this, Keremish died.
Duke Yordan Vaneglin managed to bring to life, paying the expensive necessary divine spells, his son Larshell. He then retired from public life, resigning from the post of governor of Keremish. No one else agreed to take his place. The city, partly destroyed by the conflict and suffered bent experience, began to empty rapidly. The merchants trade routes changed preferring to land more north, Porto Malgorn, and already people are trying their luck in Keremish away from that place, so full of horrible memories.
After a year of victory over Algrin, Keremish had become in effect a huge ghost town. Only a few hundred people still clung to live almost completely isolated from the rest of the world, including luxury homes and deserted plains strewn with broken weapons and armor broken. Fortress Keremish was never rebuilt, and still lying in the same conditions, quartered by the fury of the effluent, the skeleton of cioò it once was, the memory of what happened there.
The church was then called Bree synth in the capital of the kingdom, leaving people Keremish minimum necessary to manage the faith of the few people left. The former High Priestess of care from those days Keremish prestigious positions at the headquarters of the church. Orion and his team adventurers have received commendations and awards for their help in the battle against Melpheron, but their sense of duty called them to adventure, and I'm still a very famous band of heroes wandering. Lepel has awakened from his unconsciousness after almost thirty days of comatose sleep, she recovered quickly and started north. It is said that still is the guardian of cemeteries, somewhere near Vestor.
Kalfyra has again disappeared. The place of his burrow is unknown, and probably for many years Tramer a new plan to redeem the failure obtained in alliance with Algrin.
Valesid returned to watch over the tops of mountains Shield Keremish in its burrow Silberhorn step.
the future of Ivan, Gordianus, Lucian Krison and legends are told, and some must certainly be true. But it is their responsibility to tell these same adventures. The heroes of Zeist have confirmed the theory postulated by the wise, that any imbalance toward evil is a natural response of the good, and vice versa. Zeist is the natural balance of things, the balance that governs the universe. The deeds of adventurers so far narrated cast a glimmer of hope to the world of Thesis: accomplice (perhaps) Zeist him, every time the darkness will try to prevail, there will always be heroes ready to restore the light. 
The days that followed the defeat of Melpheron effluent, or were not filled with joy or relief. The Nephandum had dug a deep furrow in the lives of all people who were witnesses or protagonists of the fate of Keremish. It was like a scar, an indelible mark, something that weighed dark now in the depths of the soul of every inhabitant of the city. The Church of synth in the person of the High Priestess Bree, proclaimed a triad of mourning for the hundreds, perhaps thousands of victims caused by the advent of Melpheron. He organized the largest funeral ceremonies which were attended by many of the authorities even more important to Wallace, advisers, members the church, ambassadors. Despite this, Keremish died.
Duke Yordan Vaneglin managed to bring to life, paying the expensive necessary divine spells, his son Larshell. He then retired from public life, resigning from the post of governor of Keremish. No one else agreed to take his place. The city, partly destroyed by the conflict and suffered bent experience, began to empty rapidly. The merchants trade routes changed preferring to land more north, Porto Malgorn, and already people are trying their luck in Keremish away from that place, so full of horrible memories.
After a year of victory over Algrin, Keremish had become in effect a huge ghost town. Only a few hundred people still clung to live almost completely isolated from the rest of the world, including luxury homes and deserted plains strewn with broken weapons and armor broken. Fortress Keremish was never rebuilt, and still lying in the same conditions, quartered by the fury of the effluent, the skeleton of cioò it once was, the memory of what happened there.
The church was then called Bree synth in the capital of the kingdom, leaving people Keremish minimum necessary to manage the faith of the few people left. The former High Priestess of care from those days Keremish prestigious positions at the headquarters of the church. Orion and his team adventurers have received commendations and awards for their help in the battle against Melpheron, but their sense of duty called them to adventure, and I'm still a very famous band of heroes wandering. Lepel has awakened from his unconsciousness after almost thirty days of comatose sleep, she recovered quickly and started north. It is said that still is the guardian of cemeteries, somewhere near Vestor.
Kalfyra has again disappeared. The place of his burrow is unknown, and probably for many years Tramer a new plan to redeem the failure obtained in alliance with Algrin.
Valesid returned to watch over the tops of mountains Shield Keremish in its burrow Silberhorn step.
the future of Ivan, Gordianus, Lucian Krison and legends are told, and some must certainly be true. But it is their responsibility to tell these same adventures. The heroes of Zeist have confirmed the theory postulated by the wise, that any imbalance toward evil is a natural response of the good, and vice versa. Zeist is the natural balance of things, the balance that governs the universe. The deeds of adventurers so far narrated cast a glimmer of hope to the world of Thesis: accomplice (perhaps) Zeist him, every time the darkness will try to prevail, there will always be heroes ready to restore the light.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
How Long Will Indoor Paint Last
8.08 - the ultimate
The emissary, changed from powerful artifact that had, had turned into a giant jellyfish, which absorb and release emotional impulses so powerful that they distort the minds and hearts of anyone who approaches. Protected by appropriate spells (or recklessly brave enough to ask not the problem at all), adventurers rushed in flight against Algrin. The mighty tentacles of the creature flicked out of the sea of \u200b\u200bplasma to seize and crush him, hitting anyone with unprecedented ferocity to exceed its aura of emotional disintegration.
"Melpheron engulf this city, whether you want it or not! The heavens are open to his already immense power! Look, his face looks out on this floor, to lead us where death and misery do not exist!"
Delusions of Algrin nobody cares, but the creature was powerful enough to turn his prayers to the sky red and at the same time deal with his opponents. Gordianus was clinging to one of the tentacles of the effluent, while the others were trying to overthrow it by sword.
"Gordianus! Noble paladin mezzodrago Do not you understand? I offer you ... forever! Do not deny yourself this planet and the unique offering, which the Lord's Passion is offering you: Do not rebel against his eyes! Inside you, you know that you have no choice! "
Saying Algrin Gordianus approached the body of the upper part of his torso, still sticking out from where an appendix that reproduces the human forms of the effluent. The face of Algrin, angelic and demonic at the same time, leaned toward the defender, trying to hug him. But
Krison anticipated creature, casting a spell of exchange. In the next instant, Gordianus was standing a short distance from Algrin while Krison was clinging in the tentacles of the creature. The emissary Krison wrapped in a deadly embrace, and joined him with his lips. Krison felt a wave of negative energy penetrate the meat, like a flash of heat that was going to fire the blood until it burst the heart. She tried to scream in terror, but the tentacles hugged him and could not escape the grasp of Algrin. Algrin When dropped, it was weakened to the point who barely managed to stay afloat in the lake of blood.
But none of panicked. It was neither the time nor the place. The cloudy sky purple lightning discharged around the fortress, the blood seemed sparse rain, the wind turned into a winding between the towers, rivers, water falls in large red slipped into the sea below, and with mighty waves painted with brown cliffs.
Algrin bleeding profusely, his blood was added to the lake. Tears of blood marked his face pale. The transition to the Nephandum was finally opened. And that was when Ivan hit and Lucian stronger. The effluent and the artifact of terror had been merged into a single, terrifying creature. Breaking down the effluent, now that the Heart of blood had been destroyed, was the only way to reverse the flow of events. Loaded with strength, power, despair, anger and desire for redemption, as the creature hit them and swept them with his terrifying tentacles. Until they saw the giant meat writhing in a huge spasm of pain.
Algrin stretched out his hand toward the sky, a resurgence of the red liquid coming out from the throat instead of the thousand words that he wanted to say to apologize for its failure. His fingers tried to grab the clouds streaked with crimson and purple, as if to pierce herself with her nails. Then the body that the artifact had guaranteed collapsed on itself, exploding in an avalanche of offal and liquids. Algrin was swallowed by the depths of chaos, while the adventurers retreated quickly. The clouds in the sky stretched out, the rain fell, the lightning faded gradually. It remained only the howling of the wind on the gray sea. The figure of
algrin, naked and covered in blood, slipped out of the pool of blood, dragging what was left on the floor of the fortress, in ruins. Lucian approached her, looking at her with pity and crying, sobbing hard. The girl looked up at the sky, clutching the body as protection from the cold.
"Melpheron!" He cried. But the name of the Ancestral Terror was strangled in his throat. The Lucian's sword and cut out her head from the neck in an instant, the rest of the body fell to the ground and rolled in the reddish waters. The strategy of terror had been stopped, finally, definitively. 
The emissary, changed from powerful artifact that had, had turned into a giant jellyfish, which absorb and release emotional impulses so powerful that they distort the minds and hearts of anyone who approaches. Protected by appropriate spells (or recklessly brave enough to ask not the problem at all), adventurers rushed in flight against Algrin. The mighty tentacles of the creature flicked out of the sea of \u200b\u200bplasma to seize and crush him, hitting anyone with unprecedented ferocity to exceed its aura of emotional disintegration. "Melpheron engulf this city, whether you want it or not! The heavens are open to his already immense power! Look, his face looks out on this floor, to lead us where death and misery do not exist!"
Delusions of Algrin nobody cares, but the creature was powerful enough to turn his prayers to the sky red and at the same time deal with his opponents. Gordianus was clinging to one of the tentacles of the effluent, while the others were trying to overthrow it by sword.
"Gordianus! Noble paladin mezzodrago Do not you understand? I offer you ... forever! Do not deny yourself this planet and the unique offering, which the Lord's Passion is offering you: Do not rebel against his eyes! Inside you, you know that you have no choice! "
Saying Algrin Gordianus approached the body of the upper part of his torso, still sticking out from where an appendix that reproduces the human forms of the effluent. The face of Algrin, angelic and demonic at the same time, leaned toward the defender, trying to hug him. But
Krison anticipated creature, casting a spell of exchange. In the next instant, Gordianus was standing a short distance from Algrin while Krison was clinging in the tentacles of the creature. The emissary Krison wrapped in a deadly embrace, and joined him with his lips. Krison felt a wave of negative energy penetrate the meat, like a flash of heat that was going to fire the blood until it burst the heart. She tried to scream in terror, but the tentacles hugged him and could not escape the grasp of Algrin. Algrin When dropped, it was weakened to the point who barely managed to stay afloat in the lake of blood.
But none of panicked. It was neither the time nor the place. The cloudy sky purple lightning discharged around the fortress, the blood seemed sparse rain, the wind turned into a winding between the towers, rivers, water falls in large red slipped into the sea below, and with mighty waves painted with brown cliffs.
Algrin bleeding profusely, his blood was added to the lake. Tears of blood marked his face pale. The transition to the Nephandum was finally opened. And that was when Ivan hit and Lucian stronger. The effluent and the artifact of terror had been merged into a single, terrifying creature. Breaking down the effluent, now that the Heart of blood had been destroyed, was the only way to reverse the flow of events. Loaded with strength, power, despair, anger and desire for redemption, as the creature hit them and swept them with his terrifying tentacles. Until they saw the giant meat writhing in a huge spasm of pain.
Algrin stretched out his hand toward the sky, a resurgence of the red liquid coming out from the throat instead of the thousand words that he wanted to say to apologize for its failure. His fingers tried to grab the clouds streaked with crimson and purple, as if to pierce herself with her nails. Then the body that the artifact had guaranteed collapsed on itself, exploding in an avalanche of offal and liquids. Algrin was swallowed by the depths of chaos, while the adventurers retreated quickly. The clouds in the sky stretched out, the rain fell, the lightning faded gradually. It remained only the howling of the wind on the gray sea. The figure of
algrin, naked and covered in blood, slipped out of the pool of blood, dragging what was left on the floor of the fortress, in ruins. Lucian approached her, looking at her with pity and crying, sobbing hard. The girl looked up at the sky, clutching the body as protection from the cold.
"Melpheron!" He cried. But the name of the Ancestral Terror was strangled in his throat. The Lucian's sword and cut out her head from the neck in an instant, the rest of the body fell to the ground and rolled in the reddish waters. The strategy of terror had been stopped, finally, definitively.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
What Color Shirt Goes With A Grey Suit
8.07 - The Emissary of Melpheron
clash with Kalfyra and its allies was not too challenging, but once defeated the dragon vampire turned into mist and walked away from the building of meat button. The bodies of Golmore and Night, however, were literally devoured by the structure itself. Whisper appeared once again to make fun of adventurers:
"You do not yet understand? The blood sacrifice is almost finished! The huge catastrophe has consumed! The thousands of soldiers have shed their blood on this soil have fed the earth with its lifeblood, the mercenaries of the order of the crimson skull were finally united to the sacrifice, and in general have made their last communion in the body and flesh like all others. Now lacks one essential that the plans collide and reality itself collapses in Nephandum! Killing Night Golmore and you did nothing but accelerate our plan, "Al
pronounce those words, a strangled cry provenne most extreme angle of the room. Algrin Larshel had just slaughtered, before the terrified eyes of his father Duke. Algrin ! his housekeeper, his guardian, the person who had done her mother all these years, since the Duchess was dead!
"I was myself to kill the Duchess, - confessed to the girl - when I saw her once again to behave badly to her son in a fit of rage I have pierced his stomach with a paperweight, and then I have struck again ... and again ... while his son attended the scene. Then the body was given to him, Larshell, and Duke wanted to cover the sins of his son cover up the murder of his wife: Larshell did not want to be tried for a crime so horrible. A crime but I made myself. For years since I served the Lord of Blood, Melpheron, raising him to the duke's son, waiting for the blood sacrifice that I would consecrated as his servant supreme! "The whole room
started to change, to change height and width, rising up toward the cloudy sky. The roofs of the fortress were destroyed dall'ingigantirsi heart with blood, and while the adventurers were raised up, in front of them Algrin changed shape, becoming a being half human and half ... something else.
Then they heard a roar. The structure shook, vibrated vigorously stirred.'s voice moaning Whisper of pain spread across the sky, coming from every corner of the building. ... Something was hitting and knocking down. In a few seconds everything was made of meat, walls, floors, walls, ceilings, membranes, filaments, everything collapsed upon itself. Lucian
Krison and take off, the others tried to save himself by clinging to something, they were finally rescued by their comrades. The heart of flesh had been torn down. But from what? When foul of the building will only be a pool of blood and guts rotten, they noticed the presence of a giant golem Mithral, \u200b\u200boperated by Orion and his group. They were able to make it work, even if only for a short period of time. The golem now lay still, fuming, unusable. But time had enough strength to hit with the base of the heart until it burst, causing the collapse of the entire core of terror.
From the center of the lake of blood, which bubbled among the ruins of the fortress ducal Algrin finally emerged. Its forms were no longer discernible, was a creature of nightmare, in the midst of the features of which still showed the sinuous body of the girl, like a printer in the center of a grotesque flower tentacles. The adventurers did not hesitate a moment, and rushed at her. 
clash with Kalfyra and its allies was not too challenging, but once defeated the dragon vampire turned into mist and walked away from the building of meat button. The bodies of Golmore and Night, however, were literally devoured by the structure itself. Whisper appeared once again to make fun of adventurers: "You do not yet understand? The blood sacrifice is almost finished! The huge catastrophe has consumed! The thousands of soldiers have shed their blood on this soil have fed the earth with its lifeblood, the mercenaries of the order of the crimson skull were finally united to the sacrifice, and in general have made their last communion in the body and flesh like all others. Now lacks one essential that the plans collide and reality itself collapses in Nephandum! Killing Night Golmore and you did nothing but accelerate our plan, "Al
pronounce those words, a strangled cry provenne most extreme angle of the room. Algrin Larshel had just slaughtered, before the terrified eyes of his father Duke. Algrin ! his housekeeper, his guardian, the person who had done her mother all these years, since the Duchess was dead!
"I was myself to kill the Duchess, - confessed to the girl - when I saw her once again to behave badly to her son in a fit of rage I have pierced his stomach with a paperweight, and then I have struck again ... and again ... while his son attended the scene. Then the body was given to him, Larshell, and Duke wanted to cover the sins of his son cover up the murder of his wife: Larshell did not want to be tried for a crime so horrible. A crime but I made myself. For years since I served the Lord of Blood, Melpheron, raising him to the duke's son, waiting for the blood sacrifice that I would consecrated as his servant supreme! "The whole room
started to change, to change height and width, rising up toward the cloudy sky. The roofs of the fortress were destroyed dall'ingigantirsi heart with blood, and while the adventurers were raised up, in front of them Algrin changed shape, becoming a being half human and half ... something else.
Then they heard a roar. The structure shook, vibrated vigorously stirred.'s voice moaning Whisper of pain spread across the sky, coming from every corner of the building. ... Something was hitting and knocking down. In a few seconds everything was made of meat, walls, floors, walls, ceilings, membranes, filaments, everything collapsed upon itself. Lucian
Krison and take off, the others tried to save himself by clinging to something, they were finally rescued by their comrades. The heart of flesh had been torn down. But from what? When foul of the building will only be a pool of blood and guts rotten, they noticed the presence of a giant golem Mithral, \u200b\u200boperated by Orion and his group. They were able to make it work, even if only for a short period of time. The golem now lay still, fuming, unusable. But time had enough strength to hit with the base of the heart until it burst, causing the collapse of the entire core of terror.
From the center of the lake of blood, which bubbled among the ruins of the fortress ducal Algrin finally emerged. Its forms were no longer discernible, was a creature of nightmare, in the midst of the features of which still showed the sinuous body of the girl, like a printer in the center of a grotesque flower tentacles. The adventurers did not hesitate a moment, and rushed at her.
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